A Drink A Day Keeps The Shrink

I Believe That There Is A Kind Of Poetry, Even A Kind Of Truth, In Simple Fact.

Every Writer Has His Favorite Coterie Of Enemies: Mine Is The East Coast Literati -- Those Prep School Playmates And Their Ivy League Colleagues.

Anyone Not Paranoid In This World Must Be Crazy. . . . Speaking Of Paranoia, It's True That I Do Not Know Exactly Who My Enemies Are. But That Of Course Is Exactly Why I'm Paranoid.

Apuleius Married A Rich Widow, Then Wrote _the Golden Ass_.

I Hold No Preference Among Flowers, So Long As They Are Wild, Free, Spontaneous.